What exactly happened?

When Xia Kui left the teaching hall with a confused look on her face, she couldn't help but turn her head and look behind her.

At this time, Chef Fang in the teaching hall was frantically swallowing the shredded radish cut by the students.

He had said before that if Xia Kui could cut out such beautiful shredded radish, he would eat all the shredded radish cuts that the students had cut.

Now it seems that Chef Fang is quite trustworthy, and he is really good at eating.

There are three days left before the "69th Kitchen God Cooking Competition".

Within three days, he might be able to finish the shreds cut from hundreds of radishes, although Xia Kui really didn't care about such things at all.

Cooking competition? The master was challenging me just now. He asked me to leave my name and phone number. He said he wanted to sign up for the competition?

In Xia Kui's own opinion, she just cut the shreds and shreds as required by Chef Fang, and then was scolded, and Chef Fang seemed to be very angry.

"You little baby, you dare to fool me to this point! I want to decide the outcome with you!"

After shouting this, Chef Fang waved his hand and drank all the students and began to eat shredded radish.

Until Xia Kui walked out of the hall in a daze, found the elevator in a daze, and walked towards the president's office on the fifth floor, she obviously didn't understand what was going on.:.

However, just as Xia Kui was standing outside the president's office door and was considering whether to knock on the door, the door was opened from inside.

"Hey, Senior Sister Xia Kui, did you have stomachache after you have been there for a long time?"

The person who opened the door was Dafu, and she obviously showed a surprised expression after seeing Xia Kui.

In addition to Jiang Yun, behind Dafu, there was also a middle-aged and elderly man who looked bald for a long time and had a very pale complexion.

The man was wearing a chef suit modified with a chef outfit and seemed to be planning to send Jiang Yun and Dafu away.

And at this moment, a ringtone suddenly came from the bald old man's phone.

He gestured to Jiang Yun, then picked up the phone and asked, "Hey? Lao Fang, what do you say? Someone is going to sign up for the '69th Kitchen God Cooking Competition'? But the registration is over? What? Do you want me to help you get into the team?"

The moment he heard the name "Lao Fang", Xia Kui next to him trembled obviously, but no one saw it.

"Oh, okay, since you have said that you have a name called Xia Kui, Chef Xia, right? She has good knife skills, isn't it inferior to you? Okay, you can sign up for her to go to the line, her phone number is"

At this time, the elder of the Chef Association, who was holding the phone, picked up the notebook and began to record the information of the "Chef Xia" while listening to the phone.

Jiang Yun and Dafu next to him turned their heads to look at Xia Kui who was standing aside with an awkward expression. Both of them obviously showed a surprised expression.

"Okay, Chef Xia." Jiang Yun pulled Xia Kui aside and asked with a smile: "It seems that you are not as simple as going to make up your makeup just now, right? It seems that you have done something amazing by the way?"

"I'm just that I might have caused trouble by accident, sorry."

Seeing that the president over there He was registering his participation information, Xia Kui couldn't help but lower her head to Jiang Yun, looking like an unlucky child who had done something wrong.

"Okay, then that's it, see you back."

At the same time, Lao He, who was standing aside, also processed the registration information of the "Chef Xia", turned to Jiang Yun and said, "Brother Jiang, I'll ask you for this matter. If I can't crack the information of the "Egg Fried Rice", I will definitely not be able to rest in peace even if I die."

Speaking of this, Lao He looked at a notebook in Jiang Yun's hand.

In that notebook, there is all the information about the bowl of "egg fried rice" that Lao He himself collected.

Jiang Yun just looked through the information in this notebook, and it can be said that the records have been quite complete.

In addition to Lao He's feelings after eating, the records here even include the comments and comments from the other four judges and eleven chefs on the dish.

More than a dozen people left records of different degrees of color, fragrance, taste, taste, and the materials prepared by the "Ying Long" at that time and the rough techniques of making them.

Although no one could see clearly what was going on because that guy was moving too fast, even so, there was a lot of useful information here.

From a certain perspective, this notebook can be said to be Lao He's lifeblood.

He has been pointing at this thing for the rest of his life to crack the true face of the mysterious dish last year.

"No problem." Jiang Yun smiled and said, "I promise that before I leave Fodou market, I will crack all the secrets of this dish in detail."

"That's good, that's good."

Because he knew that the man in front of him was the mysterious cooking champion "Jing Conggar" from the previous year, and behind him was Mr. Yin as credit endorsement, Lao He still believed in Jiang Yun very much.

However, before Jiang Yun left, he couldn't help asking: "Brother Jiang Yun, do you really don't plan to participate in this Kitchen God Cooking Competition with your real name? You know, the pseudonym of onion, ginger and garlic is somewhat a bit."

"Sorry, I still don't want to participate, and I need time to crack this fried rice dish."

"Yes, hey, it's a pity. I still want to taste your specialty again, Brother Jiang Yun. The 'Tai Chi Beef Crockery' you made two years ago is really fresh in my memory."

When talking about Jiang Yun’s feat two years ago, Lao He, as a judge, couldn’t help but lick his lips.

However, at this moment, Jiang Yun reached out and pulled Xia Kui beside him.

After placing the disciple in front of him and pressing his shoulder with his hand, he smiled and said to Lao He: "But although I will not participate in this competition, my proud disciple will participate in it on my behalf."

"Oh? A proud disciple?"

When he heard that Jiang Yun had his disciples, Old He immediately widened his eyes and asked excitedly: "My brother's proud disciple must be very powerful. Has he come to the Foshi Market?"

"Here, here, Xia Kui, call someone."

"Well, President He, hello, I am the chef you just helped sign up. My name is Xia Kui."

Just as Xia Kui greeted Lao He awkwardly, Jiang Yun and Dafu could see the president of the chef association opening their mouths wide, then they looked like they wanted to stare out their eyes.

This is Chef Xia Xia? It is the one who Lao Fang said that his knife skills are not inferior to him? No, right?

Before that, the "Chef Xia" in Lao He's heart was a knife-making madman who was full of aura, holding a big knife in his hand, and was crazily cutting meat.

But the person in front of me is just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl!

And is it a guy who exudes the smell of salted fish all over his body and feels not motivated all over his body? I provide you with the fastest update of the dining table for the ladies, Chapter 305. Read the laptop and whether there is any mistake for free.:.
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